On the Ice (Stick Side, #1)

by Amy Aislin

your kinesiology degree?” Alex asked. “That’s for when you retire from hockey?” “Yeah, I want to work with injured athletes. It’s why I wanted to talk to Chris Blair.” “I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance.” Mitch shrugged. “Not your fault.” He pushed his plate away, most of his pizza still uneaten, and averted his gaze. “Did you, um, ask Mr. Blair about talking with me? Setting up a phone call or something?” He must’ve seen the answer on Alex’s face, because he shrugged as if it was no big deal. “It’s fine, no sweat.” “Shit, I’m sorry, Mitch. Let me email him now.” Mitch’s eyes went big with something like awe as Alex retrieved his phone from his bag and brought up the email app. “You can just…” Mitch waved a hand at Alex’s phone. “Email him out of the blue like that?” “Sure. Why not? Chris has been emailing me every morning since I got here anyway. See?” Alex turned the phone toward Mitch, where this morning’s email from Chris was displayed. It was basically the same as every email he’d sent, ever since Alex had arrived in Vermont almost two weeks ago, asking “How’s the arm?” Alex tapped out a quick email, slightly hobbled by his broken arm, as Mitch watched from across the table. “What are you writing?” Mitch asked, leaning over to get a look at Alex’s screen. “What’d you say about me? Maybe don’t tell him I have a lot of questions, okay? I don’t want to scare him away.” “He’s not likely to be scared away by an ambitious sophomore,” Alex said, completely charmed by this ...